I’ve loved stories since I was a tiny dot. As a toddler, I asked my parents to read ‘Where’s the Green Parrot?’ and ‘The Truck on the Track’ until their pages disintegrated. As a child, I wrote endless stories and set up a library in my bedroom. As a teen, I read late into the

Instagram. I love it, and yet sometimes I despair of it. I owe it so much (an audience, opportunities for work, connections, friendships, inspiration…) and yet over the years it’s taken a good deal from me: time (so much time!) spontaneity, and on bad days, confidence and creativity. This week, prompted by some questions from

‘It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.’ – Ursula Le Guin Just over a year ago, I embarked upon an extraordinary journey as part of a collaboration with Taylors of Harrogate, (tea and coffee producers extraordinaire) and the fantastic creative collective with heart that

I’m so sorry, lovely readers, that things have been a little quiet here of late. Behind the scenes, I’ve been holed up in my tiny office, typing away, reading piles of books and scribbling in endless notebooks. I’ve been creating something that I’m genuinely excited to share with you, something that feels like the culmination